Provoke

By Jessa James

I meet her in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle towards my sworn enemy. 

Our eyes catch from across the room. And monster that I am, I know I have to have her.

Not just because she is precious to my sworn enemy… but also because her wide blue eyes tell me things.

That she’s afraid of me. 

That she’s even more afraid of my enemy.

That she’ll do almost anything to escape him.

I seize on her fear.

I abduct her, while she’s screaming and fighting me.

And that’s when our story begins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KSA Publishing Consultants, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 25, 2021

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Provoke

PROVOKE

PROTECT SERIES - 2

JESSA JAMES

Provoke

Copyright © 2021 by Jessa James

This book was written by a human and not Artificial Intelligence (A.I.).

This book cannot be used to train Artificial Intelligence (A.I.).

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electrical, digital or mechanical including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning or by any type of data storage and retrieval system without express, written permission from the author.

Published by KSA Publishers

James, Jessa

Cover design copyright 2021 by Jessa James, Author

Images/Photo Credit: Deposit photos: aarrttuurr; stillfx

Publisher’s Note:

This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

This book has been previously published.

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1

DRYAS

Ihad this coming, I know.

As the two men take turns pummeling me with kicks to my torso and back, I almost regret starting this fight.

Almost.

Fuck, I mumble as my face presses into the grit on the ground in the darkened alley. I wince. I’m in a world of drunkenness and pain, my stomach sour from the rough whiskey I’ve been drinking, my ribs are bruised and cracked. The walls rise up around me. It’s just me and the two men who stand over my body, kicking me with everything they’ve got.

They look down at me, their expressions hard.

One of the two assholes that I’m fighting winds up and kicks me again. Pain blossoms brightly as his foot lands against my ribs again with another sickening thud. I subconsciously curl in on myself a little, even though I picked this fight on purpose.

Violence is what I do. It’s all I know. I’m an Aetós man, after all. All three of us brothers were raised by the same chaotic streets, choosing a life with the mafia in order to survive.

I groan when he kicks me a final time, his foot bringing the sweet sting of pain.

At least I’m familiar with this kind of pain.

The asshole spits on me, firing off a burst of rapid-fire French. Between the intense pain and all the whiskey in my system, I can barely understand him. Fucking stay down, eh? Learn your lesson, you fucking cunt.

I don’t do anything, don’t signal my intentions either way. The other man just shakes his head.

Let’s go, man. We have better things to do than to fuck with this idiot. His French is a little slower than the other asshole’s, and I can understand it better. Either that or I’m getting more sober.

That would be bad. I consider that if I